Healing questions

    Words quake over the mind.
Questions that need answers
     yet not ready to ask, nor
know.

     Memories I wait to fade.
To make new. Hold dearly those
     who wandered deep into
my mind. Thoughts and prayers
  I say for them.

     Hoping that they don't shatter
nor stagger into a loss.
     Oh how I hope to embrace
them and explain self
   someday. Not now but time
will tell, will heal.

     Careful of the words
that are spoken. Softly whispered
are the memories. Laughter that
  echoes on the wind.

    Should the mind stay
silent? I think not!